#gunnar jensen

Summary: Gunnar is daddy. Case closed.

Warnings: SEX

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You always wanted to get to sit in Gunner's lap. Although you’d never been drawn to daddy kinks before, it was hard not to call Gunnar daddy in your head every damn time you saw him. He was a big, strong, rugged, daddy.

You were sat at the bar beside Luna, a bottle of beer in your hand and a lot of pent up energy in your body. You always got like this at the end of a mission when you and your people ended up at the bar. The celebration was nice, but the adrenaline hadn’t left you yet, so you were stuck with an insane amount of energy manifesting itself in other ways – like the wet spot on your underwear.

You made sure to wear that dress, the tight black one Gunnar always looked at you in. You got yourself all done up and rode in on your bike, pretending not to notice Gunnar's wandering eyes as you sauntered in. He’d been looking all night.

“He’s still got his eyes on you,” Luna pointed out, a glimmer of amusement in her eyes. “He looks like he’s gonna jump you,”

You shook your head, taking a swig of your beer and glancing over. Sure enough there he sat next to Barney and Lee, completely ignoring them and staring you down. He was sprawled in that chair, muscles tensed and a toothpick you envied quite a bit twirling in between his lips. You tore your eyes away from his. “He always does, but he won’t.”

Luna raised her eyebrows. “Really? I would’ve thought you guys fucked all the time,”

“I wish,” you said. “He never makes a move, I don’t know.”

“Well…” Luna shrugged, “you make the move then,”

You had thought about it. Your age difference wasn’t too bad, you clearly had his attention, what was stopping you? He was everything you wanted, and your feelings did go farther than lust. So, as you downed the remainder of your beer, you decided maybe you would make a move tonight. You waited until the bar began to clear out, most of your friends and other patrons having left. The alcohol gave you just the buzz you needed as you scoped out the dark corner of the bar Gunnar was stationed at, still casting glances your way. You hopped off your stool, pulling your dress down a bit and then making your way to him.

“Gunnar,” you watched his eyebrow raise, his arms crossing over his chest. He was definitely flexing.

“Yeah?”

You pictured yourself sitting on his lap, one strong armed hooked around your waist and his other hand sliding up your thigh to your dripping –

You put your beer down on the table, reaching over and snatching his from his hand. He opened his mouth to protest, but when you spun around and perched yourself on his knee his voice caught in his throat. You could barely handle the excitement in your body as you wrapped an arm around his shoulders and swung your bare legs over his other leg.

Gunnar clenched his jaw, giving you a very obvious once over. Your heart began to pound as you felt his arm coil around your waist, his other hand coming to rest on the outside of your thigh.

“Yeah?” he growled.

You blinked. “What?”

“You said my name and then sat on my lap. I’m not complaining, but I’m not for sure what’s going on?”

“I was gonna ask why you were staring at me,” you asked. The hand around his shoulders began to play with the hem of his shirt, your other hand coming to rest on his chest. “You stare at me every second I’m around you and yet you won’t actually do anything,”

Gunnar smirked, looking at you through the blond strands of hair falling over his eyes.

Fuck me daddy.

“Maybe I was waiting on you,” Gunnar leaned his head back, trailing his nose along your jawline and inhaling your scent. The hand on your thigh tightened its grip and he moved his lips beside your ear, “maybe I thought I was too much for you.”

“Oh I highly doubt that,” you sucked in a sharp breath as Gunnar's teeth nipped at your ear lobe. “I think you were intimidated by me.”

Gunnar’s chest rumbled under your hand. “Intimidated? Maybe in a fight, but not in bed.”

He was right. In a fight you could kick anyone’s ass, but in bed… let’s just say you preferred to take it rather than dish it. You hoped the more shit you talked the harder he’d give it to you later.

You leaned in close, your hand moving from his chest his jaw and your lips moving to his neck. You started gently, soft kisses in the crook of his neck soon turning into little nips and sucks on his pulse point and the little spot under his ear. You smirked into his neck when you felt him take a tense, deep breath. His thighs, shoulders, and chest tensed and flexed, that hand on your thigh moving ever so slightly so that his fingertips were under your skirt.

“You got a room anywhere nearby?” he spoke through gritted teeth, his voice barely more than a growl.

You licked a stripe up his neck. “Yup.”

Gunnar stood abruptly, picking you up bridal style and storming out of the bar. He dropped you by your bike. “Lead the way,” he said.

It was the longest ten minute ride of your life, you couldn’t drive fast enough. You took every opportunity you could to glance behind you, somehow almost afraid he would disappear. You parked very crooked, taking off your helmet with shaking hands and then fished around in your wallet for your hotel key. Gunnar followed you into the hotel silently from the elevator to the hallway. As you stood in front of your door you felt him standing so closely behind you his body heat radiated onto you. You barely got the door open before he pushed you inside, slamming the door behind him. You kicked off your heels, locking your door and dropping your wallet on the ground. You turned to Gunnar, watching as he turned your lights on dim, allowing just a little light in the room. He smirked, licking his lips.

“I like that dress, Y/N. But I’m pretty sure you know that.”

You reached behind you, slowly unzipping your dress. You wanted him to hear the zipper, to anticipate the dress falling to the ground. You knew how impatient he was. “I do know that.”

Before your dress fell off you you grabbed your breasts, keeping the fabric on your body. Gunnar growled. “Strip.”

“You too,” you argued, leaning coyly against the wall.

Gunnar disagreed. He stormed forwards, grabbing your wrists in one of his hands and pinning them up over your head. The dress fell to the floor, and Gunnar let out a groan as he took in your body. “Fuck me,” he mumbled.

Gunnar released you, tugging off his shirt and pants, but leaving his boxers on. As disappointed as you were about that, you were more than happy with his body. He was all muscle, being an older man his skin was littered with scars and fine blonde hair, but holy shit he couldn’t possibly have been more sexy.

He looked around the room for a moment, looking for something. When he appeared to have found it he approached you, picking you up and crossing the room. You yelped at the sold surface he set you down on. You were now seated atop the desk by your bed. You questioned what was happening for a moment before Gunnar knelt before you. You had no time to question anything before he dove in between your legs.

Your head fell back on the wall as Gunnar’s tongue delved into your hole. He tongue fucked you for a moment, your clit begging for attention. He licked around your lips, around your clit, in your hole… and then finally he attacked your clit. He had to grab your legs and force them apart when your body began to shake. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk you were sat on with white knuckles, your eyes rolled back in your head. Gunnar sucked and licked and kissed at your clit, moving at a pace that was so fast it made your brain fuzzy. You began to feel the building in your lower belly, your hips grinding on his mouth.

“Baby,” you squealed, the sound turning into a whine when he pulled back. He looked up at you, the look in his eyes almost enough to make you cum.

“No, not baby.” Gunnar growled. One of his hands released your thigh, and you whined as he slid a thick finger into your cunt. He curled it up, rubbing your g spot. “Daddy.”

You moaned at his instruction, your cries getting louder as he continued stroking your cunt and added his tongue to your clit. “Daddy,” you felt a rush of heat as you finally called this blond hunk the name you had dreamed of. “Daddy fuck,”

Gunnar groaned into your cunt, withdrawing his fingers and mouth. You didn’t have time to think before you were scooped up and thrown on your side on the bed. You turned onto your back, panting and watching wide eyed as Gunnar pulled down his underwear and kicked it away. His cock was more than you’d ever imagined. It was thick and long and curved in the most delicious angle. You tried to shuffle towards him, looking up at him and licking your lips, making your intentions clear.

“Nu uh. Next time.”

You smirked. “Next time?”

Gunner pushed you back on your side, facing away from him. He pressed his front against your back and you sucked in a breath when you felt the head of his dick slide up against your cunt. “Yeah, next time. I’m not taking this pussy only once,”

You cried out as he thrust into you, your dripping walls putting up no fight. Gunnar took your leg and hooked it over his, hammering into you. There was no cool down for Gunnar, no slow starts. Much like in a fight he went in guns a blazing, 100 miles an hour. His thrusts were so hard the force of his hips slapping your ass stung. Your head fell back against his shoulder and he used your exposed skin as an invitation to attack your neck. One of his arms propped him up, giving him leverage to keep pummeling into you. His other arm wrapped around you and gave him access to your breasts, which he squeezed intermittently. He growled sinful things in your ear, and you were shocked at the stamina he possessed. You lost count of the times you whined ‘daddy', you lost track of most things, actually. It was an intense, deep fucking you had never experienced before. You started to feel something overwhelming take over you, stronger than the orgasm you almost had before. You let out a strangled cry as your body went into tremors, your arm reached behind him and gripping his ass as he kept up his pace. He chuckled in your ear as you whimpered through your orgasm, moaning as he felt you spasm around his cock.

“Fuck babygirl,” he growled, no, he snarled, in your ear. “Fuck…”

Gunnar’s pace began to slow, but not soften, his hips smacking into you just as firmly. “Where am I cumming?” His voice was strangled in his throat as he spoke.

“Inside,” you gasped, “inside please,”

Gunnar gave a few last stuttered thrusts, his final motion ending in a desperate effort to press into you as far as he possibly could, and you felt the hot cum seeping deep into you. He let out a loud, low moan, gripping you tightly.

You whined as he pulled out of you, and he chuckled. Gunnar left you in bed, sprawled on your back, and went to the bathroom. He came back with a washcloth he used to wipe you down, an act that surprised you. What surprised you more, though, was when he climbed into bed with you, pulling you against him, facing him this time.

He was watching you through those beautiful eyes, still smirking, but a different expression this time. You reached up, brushing one of his blonde hairs out of his eyes. “Why you looking at me this time?” you teased.

Gunnar's voice was barely above a rumbled as he spoke, and it send butterflies through your stomach. “I’m fixing to kiss you,”

“Hurry up, big boy. I’m getting sleepy.”

It was then, after a deep chuckle from Gunnar, that you received the most tender, soft kiss you’d ever had. It was slow, careful, and addictive. You must’ve just kissed for several minutes, hairs in each other’s hair, bodies rubbing together. His tongue tasted like beer and some kind of sweetness, and you sighed into his mouth. When he finally pulled away your closeness didn’t dissipate.

“Stay tonight,” you asked before you thought and you cringed, hoping you wouldn’t chase him off with your request.

“I’ll stay all day tomorrow and tomorrow night too,” Gunnar said. His fingers were still tangled in your hair, and he rubbed your scalp gently. “As long as you want me.”

You pressed one last kiss to Gunnar’ lips, lingering just a little. “Then you won’t leave at all.”

“That’s sweet and all, but this ain’t even your bed.”

“Shut up, you can crash at my place when we all get back home.”

Gunnar pulled you closer, and you laid your head on his chest. “I hope you got a sturdy bed.”

just shut up and kiss me already